Just goes to show that some parts of a bad habit are not bad for you ; ) sexychops *
I sat across the room and watched you as you talked, your eyes flickering over the face of the man in front of you, the conversation about, well I have no idea, I just watched. You reached and took the slim silver tube and slowly unscrewed the cap, your eyes never leaving the face of the man, your hands working without guidance, you placed the lid on the table and then tipped the long, Havana, possibly rolled on the thigh of some Cuban beauty from its tube and into your fingers.
You stood, shook the hand of the man and then sank back into your seat as he left, you lifted the cigar to your lips, letting your lips open and the tip of your tongue press against its tip, you then moved it over your lips, careful not to moisten the tip too much. I was hypnotized, your mouth, your hands, your eyes, you picked up the tube as you took your first deep breath, the bitter sweet smoke clouding around you.
You then stood and as you pulled your jacket from the back of the chair you threw some dollars onto the table and walked out of the door, I moved from my table and as I passed where you had been sat, I picked up the cigar tube and as I walked out of the same door, I lifted it to my nose to smell the intoxicating aroma.
I let myself into the room, the key card working its electronic magic with surprising easy, first swipe and the door opened and I was met with the sound of the shower, the cigar smell filling the room as did the smoke drifting up from the smouldering stub in the ashtray. I placed the tube on the bed and then slowly stripped, smiling as I heard your attempt to sing in the shower.
Reaching behind myself if found the zip as I slowly, slid it down, my fitted dress falling away from my back, gently I peeled it form my shoulders, just as you came from the bathroom, the white towel wrapped tight around your waist, the water beading, running down your chest, I smiled as I turned, standing in front of you, that smirk on your lips as I stood, heels, black, my legs clad in stockings that stopped just at that part of my leg, the point of not wanting to go back, letting my fingers slide slowly up, I cupped my tits before finding the clasp and undoing my bra, peeling it slowly, my tits inching out of it, my nipples slipping from it.
"I love a front fastening bra, don't you?" I whispered.
The only words that had been spoken, nothing more needed, the air filled with want, need and desire, were more words needed, if they were, we did not use them.
You looked sideways towards the bed, your eyes glancing at the silver tube, a quizzical look making your brow frown, I moved towards you, standing just inches away from you but your hands were able to reach and slide up, around and over my sides and down over my arse, looking me up and down before kissing me, the taste of cigar so strong on your lips. A quick kiss, not the slow lingering tease of tongues sucked and lips nibbled, just a hard, lips smothered kiss before I pulled back and pushed you onto the bed, following the push letting me bend over you as you landed.
A smile, that smile, that wicked smile swept over your face as I straddled you, my heels, the metal tips grazing your outer calves, my lace thong covered pussy pressing against your towel clad cock. I looked down at you, dipping towards your lips but not kissing as I picked up the tube and as I twisted and turned it through my fingers I sat back up, that little twist of my hips making my pussy grind against you.
You did not ask, there was no need, you knew, you knew 100% why I had picked up the cigar tube and it was now in my hands, so I pressed my fingers against your lips and smiled as if it hush you, then I wriggled, moved, swung my leg over yours and got up off you and moved across the room to the sofa and sat right on the edge as you turned and propped your head on your hand to watch me.
I held the tube and slowly slid my index finger into it, feeling the cold thin metal encase my finger, looking over at you, the towel now gone, still ruffled under you but your hand now wrapped around your hard cock as my legs open and closed teasing you, I teased myself. My eyes fixed on yours, lifting the tube to my lips I moaned as I felt the rounded smooth end brush over my lips, licking it, teasing my tongue around it before pushing it, the whole thing smoothly into my mouth, letting my lips open, my tongue long and flat as I eased it in and out of my mouth, sucking it just as you knew I would your throbbing cock.
Easing it out of my mouth I lent back and made a trail down from my chin to my tits, the hardness feeling delicious on my nipples, making them hard and throb, tapping it against them as I moaned softly. Leaving them for you I moved my tube encased finger down, letting my legs fall wide open I grazed it over the insides of my thighs before closing them tight around it then opening them again. I giggled at how cold it felt, even after having my finger inside, my skin shuddering, my arse moving against the edge of the sofa as the cold touch crept up and down my inner thighs.
